conversations of the littles

conversations between the little one and i
grow more and more fascinating every day
for one - as she grows
so does her vocabulary
or length of sentences
there is one particular string of stories
which has
captivated -- my sensations
it goes
in as best lyrical pros
i may assume
my adorable toddlers
manner of speak

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mumma

-- yes, darling

there be a boy who bad at preschools mumma,

-- oh!? what'd he do

boy faaa[r]ted, teach say -- boy gotada baffroom

-- {laughing aloud} oh dear! boys do fart {laughing again}

oh mumma -- boy spilta milk all ova the table
got senta ms. pattys

-- when you get in trouble- miss pattys office is where you are sent when your bad eh?!

yea momma, then the boy he saida bad word... I TOLDA Teacha!

--( oh dear!) hahah oh you did!

yea mumma, boi  -- bad boy.


its no wonder that, our conversations delight me in every way
its limitless in the toddler honesty
and tirelessly enjoyable
how do I
receive such
charming company
and such stimulating stories

silly mama

my, how the time flies
you're growing oh, so quickly
the manner in which you speak
is, in a way so like you
a bit oh' British
or a little girl twist
as you murmur about
the people you love
"wherea be 'poleon"
"whata grandpa doin, mumma"
" 'poleon kissda ian"
"love a lolly. whatcha her doing"
"so silly mumma, soo silly"
"you little gurl mumma, me princess"
yes, darling - your my princess
my little sweetheart
my world
we woop
holler
and laugh till we are sore
this silly mama is
just growing with you
how i love being young and free
just you and me
forever
darling
love